Let him draw me near with tenderness; His love is sweeter than the richest wine. His name is perfume poured into the air; Draw me after you, and we will run. The king has brought me into inner chambers; I am dark from labor, yet still lovely. Do not stare because the sun has marked me; My brothers kept me working in their vines. I guarded every vineyard but my own; Tell me where you rest your flock at noon. Follow where the shepherds leave their footprints; Feed your young ones near their quiet tents. You are graceful as a royal mare Moving through the chariots of Pharaoh. Gold and silver ornaments will frame you; Beauty answers beauty when you come. My beloved rests like myrrh beside me, Like a cluster blooming in the field. Your eyes are gentle, clear as doves; Our resting place is green. Cedar beams are rising over us, And fir trees make the shelter of our love.